At that time, it was half past eight in the morning in the United States, LA City.

In Ling Zihuan's apartment, Mu Yi was quite tall and busy, busy in the kitchen.

The little girl was lying on the bed to make up for sleep, today was the first day of her menstrual period, she was haggard early in the morning, and she almost cried.

Mu Yi made ginger soup for her with an expressionless face, he was skillful in cutting ginger slices, but the drooping eyelids covered the annoyance at the bottom of his eyes.

Annoyed with herself, she didn't record her menstrual period, but she took her to Universal Studios for a day yesterday.

Just now, the little girl's mobile phone in the living room rang, and he saw the caller ID, it was Second Master Qiao.

I didn't want to answer, but when he called the second time, a voice began to shout in his heart.

So, in such a surging emotion, he answered the phone beyond the norm and said something that made people think.

It wasn't what he intended, but he blurted it out anyway.

Mu Yi's action paused slightly, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

It was probably Si Shao's words that gave him too much courage and support, so he thought that he could compete with Qiao Er Shao.

Mu Yiwu thought to himself, he put all the cut ginger slices in the pot, and as soon as he turned on the gas, a small gap was opened in the kitchen door.

Ling Zihuan's pale and slightly surprised face came in through the crack in the door, and the crooked ball on the top of his head shook: "Wood, what are you doing?"

She asked, holding her lower abdomen with both hands and rubbing it constantly, her dark eyes were clear and a little innocent.

Mu Yi's hand holding the spoon paused in mid-air, looking back at her, his eyebrows raised, "Why are you up?"

The little girl blinked her eyes and leaned into the crack in the door again, "I'm hungry." ”

"Go lie down, I'll buy you breakfast after the soup." Mu Yi stirred the brown sugar ginger slices in the soup pot, raised her wrist and looked at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, she was hungry.

Ling Zihuan let out an 'oh', looked at the soup pot with his eyes, turned around and walked back to the living room step by step with his slippers.

She couldn't sleep, she was hazy and sleepy just now, I don't know if it was an illusion, she seemed to hear the voice of her second uncle.

"Hey......" The little girl nestled in the sofa, casually pulled the blanket from the side to cover her body, and her bright eyes fell on the windowsill impartially.

Recently, she likes to look at the windowsill in a daze, as if she is enchanted, and every time she looks at it, her eyes seem to weave the figure of the second uncle standing in front of the window in a hospital gown.

Ling Zihuan pursed her mouth and scratched her head several times in irritability, she had been studying hard recently.

But when she saw those courses, she consulted the professor again, and it would take a year and a half to complete them all at the earliest.

It's been a long time!

In less than ten minutes, Mu Yi walked out of the kitchen with ginger soup.

At a glance, he saw the girl shrunk into a small ball on the sofa, and her pale face inadvertently softened.

She fell asleep, probably because her menstrual period was uncomfortable, her small brows were frowning, and the corners of her ruddy mouth were slightly falling, which was very uncomfortable.

Mu Yi sighed, and when he put the ginger soup on the table, he wanted to wake her up, but hesitated again.

Eventually, he dismissed the idea and put another blanket on her before going out to buy her breakfast.

He can cook, but the little girl prefers sandwiches and sweet milk from the café around the corner, so he goes to buy her one in advance on both days.

Later, he learned that the breakfast in that café was bought for her by Qiao Ershao, so she couldn't forget the taste there.